The Dream-God's Realm

I wandered down Sleep's vast and sunless vale, Where silence and Cimmerian darkness lay That never moon nor stars disturb, nor Day With sword of golden light. Beside the trail I groping followed, through that secret dale, A deep and voiceless river stole its way - Dark Lethe's stream, owning whose opiate sway I onward went without a doubt or fail. Till, lo! the atramental veil of night That, stifling, hung about, behind, before, Was sudden parted by some unseen hand, And on my vision leapt a marvelous sight - A green and joyous plain, with fair skies o'er, The Dream-god's sunlight-drenched, enchanted land.